Novel & Cerita Brothers Best Friends

I said, perhaps a little too fast. Zach chuckled. “She’s lying.” “Shut up, Zach.” “Hey, I’m just saying,” he teased. “If the guy you’re clearly into decides to ditch you for Miss I-Can-Do-A-Perfect-Pirouette, I’d be mad too.” Liv gasped dramatically. “You’re into him!” “I’m not!” I insisted, flustered. “He’s just—he’s confusing.” Liv gave me that knowing grin that only siblings seem to have — the one that said I know my brother better than you ever will.

Besides, the crazy bastard was too head deep in his war books. That leaves Killian… but even he wouldn’t do this. They were my brothers; we’d bled for each other; we could kill for each other. Everyone else thought we were some cliché high school friend group which would break apart once it was time to head to college, but they had no idea that we’d gone through similar traumas as children. It brought us together, so nothing and no one would keep us apart. So who the fuck would dare try this? Their replies came in with a ding, forcing my attention back to the phone.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

"Those are our best friends. That's a funny story. The older one, Ezekiel," he pauses and points to a man with a long beard," has been Jackson's best friend since kindergarten. His brother is this one," he points to the younger one, slightly shorter beard, then continues, "Jeremiah. Ezekiel would always bring Jeremiah over when he came to our house, and I completely hated him at first. Thought he was an asshole and told him so. Naturally, he didn't take that well, so we started fighting. By the time my and hisbrother pulled us apart, I had a black eye, and he had a busted lip. We've been best friends ever since."

"Just to see how you react. I love watching you fight for me." I rolled my eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. "You're ridiculous," I said, laughing. Brian dramatically grasped at his shoulder, acting as if he was hurt. "Ouch, that hurts!" he cried. For an instant, I felt a pang of guilt, thinking I really had hurt him. But then I caught the twinkle of laughter in his eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh. "You're the worst," I told him, shaking my head. "You and my brother deserve each other. No wonder you two are best friends."

You two will be my friends forever, right? - We are brothers, more than friends. No one will tear us apart. - Dominic says, making the two youngest smile. Angel uses the back of his hand to clean the tears, and the three of them hug.

"Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?" The brothers continued their fighting while the henchman took me away. How did I know they were brothers you may wonder? This is because I grew up with those boys. Even at the brink of death, I would still recognize them. The first speaker was Ryan and the second was Ethan. Just like my sister and me, they were twins. They were my childhood friends, especially Ryan. We were once neighbors before my father’s business skyrocketed. Even after we left, I managed to keep in contact with Ryan until I moved to the States.

"Oh my God, girl I fucking don't do girls either, what!!! Okay, I'll tell you about it and why we are going shopping but first of all, I've been dying to know, I mean about what that lady said the other day, what did she mean by you were fucking your brother's best friend?" "It's exactly what you heard, yes, I am fucking him, we are seeing each other." "You are...I mean the tall handsome man I saw the other day right? you guys are fucking...no, I mean you guys are dating for real." She asked, her eyes wide open "His name is Gabriel, Does it sound weird that I am dating my brother's best friend? Do you think it's wrong?" "Wrong? Who cares about what is right and wrong? That's not what I am ta

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.